Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The look of wonder on his face told me all I needed to know, but I asked anyway.
“Does that look hot to you?”
Aiden licked his lips and nodded. “Oh, fuck yeah. Let me do it. I’ll be gentle.”
I removed my finger and bent forward, resting my elbows on the mattress. I moaned when he slipped a digit inside. His fingers were thicker than mine, so I immediately felt the burn, but true to his word, he was gentle. He pushed in and out, twisting his wrist slightly before pressing a second one along my crease.
“Mmm. More. Please.”
I closed my eyes, shivering at the sensation. It took a minute to get used to having two fingers inside me, and they were nowhere near the size of his cock. I took another peek at my lover, stroking his shaft as he prepared me. His blissed-out expression told me all I needed to know.
I caught his wrist, slowly pulling away to face him as he propped his head on a pillow. I added more lube and stroked him a few times. Then I straddled his torso, lined his cock at my hole, and slowly lowered myself. I kept my eyes locked on his, reading him for clues as I moved.
I think we both knew this was where we were heading. But this seemed surreal and…perfect.
Sweat beaded on Aiden’s brow and his nostrils flared. “Holy fuck. You’re so hot.”
“Hot temperature or hot sexy?”
“Both,” he groaned. “But mostly sexy. You’re kinda killing me right now, though. You need to move.”
I obeyed.
I rocked back and forth a few times, flattening my hands on his pecs as I tested my readiness. I set a medium pace at first, jacking myself as I rode him, nice and steady. I tweaked his nipples, raked my fingers through his chest hair, and traced his tattoos while fucking myself on his rock-hard dick.
This was heaven.
Physically, Aiden was my dream man. I drooled over bears in porn, but I’d never been with one. He was thick everywhere. His stomach, his thighs, his cock. And he was hairy…though not too much. He was just right, I mused, upping the tempo a notch. He grabbed my ass for purchase and bent his knees, fucking me from below with short, quick strokes. Faster, faster.
I met him thrust for thrust, pistoning my hips as I sucked his tongue and nibbled his lips. My cock was trapped between the press of our bodies and the friction was un-fucking-believable. I wasn’t going to last. I was so close. So…close.
“Aiden, I’m gonna come,” I warned.
“Yes. Do it. I want to see you shoot, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress. Come for me. Come.”
Oh, my God.
I sat up and stroked myself, once, twice…then fell apart, spurting over his belly. My vision went fuzzy at the edges, my limbs were heavy, and I couldn’t stop shaking. But Aiden made good on his promise. He pulled me against his chest, rolled on top, and fucked me into oblivion, grunting a strangled cry when his orgasm pulled him under.
The room seemed so quiet afterward. I was afraid to move or breathe too loudly. There was a fair chance this was all a dream. If so, I didn’t want to wake up.
I hoped he felt as blissed out as I did…no regrets. But if not…
“I’m fully prepared to conjure a forgetting spell that will ensure the past thirty minutes will be erased from your memory,” I whispered.
Aiden gave me a “What the fuck?” look as he removed the condom, gesturing for me to pass the tissue box on the nightstand next to me. “And why would I want that?”
“It’s good to have options.”
He swiped at the mess of sweat and cum on our stomachs, then tossing the tissue into the wastebasket near the bed. “I don’t need options. I might need a cigarette, though. Damn, that was hot.”
I stroked his beard and smiled. “Yeah, it was.”
Aiden propped his head on his elbow and pushed his foot between my legs. “Why haven’t we been doing this all along? I feel like I’ve wasted years I’ll never get back.”
“Years? You just figured out that you’re curiously attracted to men and—”
“To you,” he intercepted. “It’s only you.”
“No, I’m your springboard and your safe space. You can tell me anything, ask me anything. I won’t judge. We’re friends first. We have to protect that,” I insisted.
I was rather pleased with my speech. I sounded exceedingly mature, if I did say so myself.
Aiden wasn’t impressed.
“Protect?” he huffed. “You don’t have to worry about me, G. I wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt you. Especially not me. You should know…I have a thing for you.”
“That’s because you’re high on endorphins. Did you know that the lateral orbitofrontal cortex deactivates during sex? That’s the part of your brain responsible for logical thinking. You’re still riding that wave and I love that for you, but the real test is how you feel an hour from now or tomorrow or the next day. It’s not me you have a thing for. It’s a new discovery.”